Babe or Billionaire - Chapter 5

“And the results are in!” Jacob announced happily. “Let’s see what’s going to happen to the voices of these three little cuties! Up first is Eily! The penalty for our sexy schoolgirl will be… Sweet and Innocent!”

Eily gasped as she felt a tingling inside her skull. “No!” she squealed, and her commanding, sneering tone had already changed. Her voice was now high-pitched and little-girlish. “Pretty please don’t make me sweet and innocent! Oh gosh, that would be awful!”

For a moment she just stood there, her expression frozen, but then she clapped her hand over her mouth and blushed to the roots of her hair.

The audience laughed, and Eily felt herself shaking with anger. They were treating her like a joke!

“Please don’t laugh at me!” she whined. “I promise I’m a good little girl!” Her mouth dropped open in horror. That wasn’t what she’d tried to say at all! She’d tried to shout, to yell at them to stop laughing, to insist that she was a serious businesswoman! What had these bastards done to her?!

She rounded on Jacob, but he just smirked at her. “I think your new voice suits you, Eily,” he said. “Although I’m not sure I believe you’re a ‘good little girl’. That skimpy little outfit of yours says otherwise!” Eily was still trembling with fury, but there was nothing she could do. She had no way to express herself except to scowl. She just had to win this competition and get back to normal! She had to! Nobody would ever take her seriously again if she ended up stuck like this! Her subordinates would laugh themselves stupid!

“And moving on,” Jacob called, turning back to the crowd with a grin, “the penalty for little miss pee-pee pants will be… Childish Vocabulary!”

Isabelle’s lip trembled. Little miss pee-pee pants? Her soggy nappy squelched between her thighs as she squirmed on the spot, and she shivered in disgust. But at least Baby Babble hadn’t one, she thought miserably. Although the prospect of speaking like a little girl for the rest of her days was still enough to send a thrill of horror down her spine. She felt the tingling inside her head again as the changes took effect. Just how childish did it mean?

The audience were cheering again. Cheering and laughing at her punishment, at her new nickname. Isabelle felt her anger rising. Who cared what the crowd thought of her? It didn’t even matter anyway when the penalties were all as bad as each other!

“Stop laughing you stupid poo-poo heads!” she shouted, and then she turned as bright red as Eily. The crowd’s laughter seemed to double in intensity. “Nooo!” Isabelle wailed. “Everyone’s gonna think I’m a big dumb-dumb baby if I talk like this!”

“Yes, they certainly will,” Jacob agreed happily. “But it’s only fitting. You’re not even potty trained, Isabelle! Aren’t you supposed to be twenty-seven? What does that make you if not a ‘big dumb-dumb baby’?” he mocked.

Isabelle seethed with anger, but Jacob was already moving on.

“And lastly,” he said, “the penalty for the cutest little tot on stage will be… Cute Lisp! Congratulations, Kimberly! And congratulations to all you girls! It seems like all three of you are going to sound absolutely adorable from now on!”

Kimberly too felt the strange tingling inside her brain as the nanomachines did their work. “A withp?!” she squealed, blushing as hard as either of the other girls as the crowd’s laughter crashed over her. She couldn’t even say it right! How would anyone be able to understand her?! “No!” she shrieked. “I don’t wike thith! I thound tho thtupid!” How could she ever become a lawyer with this ridiculous lisping voice? She imagined herself striding around the courtroom, trying to look serious. My cwient ith innothent! Nobody would hire someone like that! But that meant she’d have to keep her stupid pigtails for the rest of her life! Because there was no way she’d be keeping toddler clothes and training pants. And that was still assuming she won every single round to come! Kimberly felt an icy coldness creeping over her as she realised she may well be facing a life of pissy pull-ups and utter dependence on her loving but domineering boyfriend to take care of her. She couldn’t think of anything more demeaning!

But then she felt a sudden pressure in her bladder, a pressure that became almost uncontrollable as soon as it had appeared. Kimberly let out a squeak of surprise, and her hands shot to her crotch at once, pressing down on the front of her pull-ups through her overalls.

“What’s the matter, Kimmy?” Jacob asked lightly, but there was a knowing smile on his face. The audience were beginning to titter and cheer as well.

“I gotta… I need to…” Kimberly looked up into his face desperately. She had to go to the bathroom now! “Pweathe!” she begged, “I weally need to pee!”

Jacob chuckled and snapped his fingers, and Kimberly turned in time to see one of the stagehands hurrying out from backstage with a pink, plastic training potty in his hands.

“No!” Kimberly shouted at once, watching as the stagehand deposited the toddler’s potty right in the middle of the stage, facing the audience. “I want… I want a toilet!”

Jacob just chuckled again. “You’re far too little for toilets, Kimmy!” he said with delight. “Potties are much more suitable for little girls who still need pull-ups!”

Kimberly wanted to retort, but at that moment she was a spasm from her bladder, and she felt a tiny squirt of pee enter her training pants. She bit her lip and whined. She didn’t have a choice! She tottered forwards awkwardly, her hands still pressed against her crotch. Was she really going to use a training potty in front of everyone in the audience? In front of everyone watching at home?!

But when she reached the little plastic seat, she realised that her head was blank. She looked down at the potty in confusion. What did she have to do next?

“What’s the matter, Kimmy?” Jacob taunted. “Don’t you need to do a wee-wee?”

“I don’t… I don’t…” Kimberly searched through her mind frantically. “I don’t know how!” She squirmed on the spot. It was getting harder and harder to hold in her pee. There was another spasm in her bladder, and another trickle of pee-pee into her padded pants. What did she have to do?! Did she wear the potty like a hat? She picked up the plastic thing and placed it upside down on her head. Was this right?

The crowd roared with laughter, and Kimberly wished she could sink into the floor and disappear. But more than anything she wished she knew how to use the potty!

“Pweathe!” she begged in her lisping baby voice as she clutched between her legs and hopped from foot to foot in a ridiculous potty dance, the plastic potty sitting atop her pigtailed head completing the look, making her appear utterly absurd. “Pweathe help me go pee!”

With tears of laughter in his eyes, Jacob stepped forward and lifted the potty off Kimberly’s head. “Let me help, sweetheart,” he said kindly, but there was a note of mocking condescension in his voice. He unhooked the straps of her overalls and pulled them expertly down her body, exposing her slender legs and the puffy pair of pull-ups wrapped around her bottom.

He tutted as he probed the front of her training pants with his fingers. “Uh-oh!” he announced. “It looks like someone’s already had a wittle accident! Some of your flowers have faded, Kimmy!”

Tears were falling down Kimberly’s cheeks now. “Pweathe!” she sobbed. There was yet another spurt of pee into her pull-ups, stronger this time. “I gotta go! I can’t howd it!”

“Alright then, Kimmy,” said Jacob gently, and he tugged her training pants down her legs to pool at her ankles with her overalls, and he lowered her bottom quickly onto the pink potty seat beneath her. At once, Kimberly let out a loud sigh of relief, and the sound, picked up by Jacob’s microphone, of tinkling liquid filled the hall.

The crowd continued to laugh and cheer while Kimberly did her tinkles on a plastic potty like a toddler. Isabelle and Eily watched with queasy expressions on their faces. Even in her icky wet diapers, Isabelle was glad she wasn’t in Kimberly’s place.

When the trickling finally came to a stop, Kimberly burst into tears as the full weight of what had just happened hit her. Jacob helped her to her feet, cooing softly at her and pulling her slightly wet training pants back up her legs and into place. He redressed her in her childish overalls and led her, still sobbing, back to her place behind her podium.

“There, there, Kimmy,” he cooed, patting the crying young woman’s bottom. “You were such a big girl for going pee-pee on the potty! And only a little bit of tinkle in your pull-ups! I’m sure your Daddy will be very proud of you.” He turned back to the audience. “Sorry about that interruption, folks!” he said. “But when you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go! But why don’t we move on to the fifth round? The theme of the penalties this round will be… Habits! That’s quite a wide category of embarrassingly babyish little traits our ladies could end up with! Now, are you ready girls? It’s time to play… Babe! Or! Billionaire!”

The three women made their choices, and a moment later they lit up on the front of their podiums. Kimberly drew a shaky breath of relief when she saw the results – she’d chosen rock again, and both the other girls had chosen paper. Her first success!

Eily clenched her jaw tightly. What kind of ‘habits’ did these freaks have in mind?

Isabelle gulped, and with a nasty jolt in her stomach, she realised this was her fourth penalty, meaning she was going to be stuck with one of her alterations forever, even after she won the competition. She felt sick to her stomach. Which one would she keep?She had to get rid of the diapers. The yucky, pissy thing felt horribledrooping between her legs. But she couldn’t be stuck wearing ridiculous bibs and bonnets permanently either! Would she have to be stuck with the vocabulary of a dumb toddler for the rest of her days? Isabelle squeezed her eyes shut. She could only pray that her new habit wasn’t too bad…

“And the options for Isabelle,” Jacob called, “are… Little Nudist! Or Babyish Expressions!”

Isabelle felt her chest tighten, and tears sprang to her eyes. Little Nudist sounded like she’d be ending up naked a lot, and preventing that was one of the reasons she’d come on this stupid show in the first place! But Babyish Expressions sounded awful as well!

“And the options for Eily,” Jacob continued, “are… Oral Fixation! Or I Love My Teddy!”

Eily cringed. She had a good idea what the game meant by Oral Fixation, and I Love My Teddy seemed like it would make her carry around a stuffed animal like some stupid, anxious little girl. She couldn’t decide which would be worse.

“So what will it be?” Jacob asked the audience. “Will the woman who never wants to do another nude photo-shoot end up with a compulsion to strip off all her clothes and run around with her bare bottom and boobies out? Or will she find her beautiful face making babyish expressions on a regular basis – pouting when she’s grumpy, grinning dimly whenever she’s happy, and scrunching up cutely whenever she fills her nappy? And what about everyone’s favourite slutty schoolgirl? Will she develop the urge to have something between her pretty lips to suck on at all times? Or will she be stuck carrying around an adorable little friend to talk to and play with wherever she goes? Vote now!”